moseyed

❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞

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   home she longs for, which was burned to the ground; replaced with a fabricated lie by the Shinra bastards who created the monster– the monster who’s blade slaughtered and who’s power ignited the flames. she’s craved having it back in her life, has done her damnest to create that sanctuary once more with Seventh Heaven– but Shinra had taken it away too, crushing the Sector 7 plate like the people who resided were nothing but cockroaches.

   when she recreates it in Edge, it’s her last hope– does her best to keep the patrons happy, Marlene and Denzel warm with clean clothes and food in their bellies, even helps Cloud when he’s gone for so long, fresh sheets, food at the ready, desk free of dust and clutter; however, nothing seemed to fill that void.

   not until she realized that home is where the heart is, and it doesn’t have to be a place. not until the words leave his lips, their hands locked, in the dead of night.

   late night thoughts that are shared are always moments of realization for her, where their walls are down, vulnerabilities are exposed to each other.

   there’s sleep in her eyes, but his words awaken her– they give her the hope that this moment continues forever, until the end of their days by each other side.

   “i’ll do my best to make sure you’ll always feel that way.”

loyalty

a fighter who has defied death itself, stared it in its face and laughed.

pain

ind. sel. final fantasy vii. tifa lockhart.

hope

est. dec. 2018 // roleplaying of 8 years.